Well, looks as though i found myself another insensitive boyfriend regards to fucking death. Of all the days to choose he chose fucking yesterday to turn at my work in a mood and a sulk and kept it going way until we got home. Turns out he was sulking because I didn't give him any affection. Awesome... i mean great fucking timing there. How fucking lovely it was to sit at home in silence until obviously i had to fucking get it out of him what's wrong, because that's what's fucking sulking is for isn't it - when you want the other person to have to fucking ask you what's wrong, then they have to say nothing a few times but sulk even more obviously until eventually a fucking answer is had. I don't give him enough affection. Well sor-fucking-ry, couldn['t that have fucking waited, couldn't that face been put fucking on on fucking sunday or something, would it have fucking hurt to turn up at my work not in a mood (knowing how much of a shit day and shift i'd had) and sulking? Would it have fucking hurt to ask how i am and just give me a fucking hug or something. I'm done with this shit.
musicguy9:
Was your b/f aware that your friend had died?
casca:
Even if he didn't know or had forgotten it's still pretty shitty that he didn't ask you how you were. Have you told him that this has upset you?